Ridin'

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Ridin'

Manu Crooks · Ridin' · 2017 · 3:45

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Pre ] Pull up to your crib, I got the commo & I'm swerving! Say I'm not your man but I'll be right there at your service! You the type to change a nigga, got me feeling nervous! You the type to make a nigga flip on fucking purpose! Never at the crib, we at the hotel I never called u bitch, but this a wholesale I never call you bitch just leave a voicemail I never wanna be the one you played with I always change my mind, when you come around And you so strange girl, you so dangerous Always change my mind, when you put it down See you so shameless! Yeah I'm riding I'm rolling I'm sliding in you girl (What you wanna do) (What you tryna do) (Tell me what it do) Yeah I'm riding I'm rolling I'm sliding in you girl (What you wanna do) (What you tryna do) (Tell me what it do) I wanna be the main not the side bitch I gotta be the one that you fight with Like a pillow on the bed, you can lay with me Also wanna be the one you get high with You can take me out house treat me real good Buy me dinner on the rocks with a good view That's only way we fuckin' when I come through I let the whole city know bout us two! You are all the same All I hear the same It's the same shit They throw dirt on my name But everytime they see me they on my See me ducking all the feelings I ain't tryna be your next I ain't trying no Never hit you with a text Never hit you with a call Yeah I'm riding I'm rolling I'm sliding in you girl (What you wanna do) (What you tryna do) (Tell me what it do) Yeah I'm riding I'm rolling I'm sliding in you girl (What you wanna do) (What you tryna do) (Tell me what it do) You know, you know!

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